When Love Cringes
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
Can I peek at you
Through the branches
Of solitude?
Can time and space
Finally melt
Between us?
Can I be any different?
Can I be otherwise?
They say… They say… They say… They say… They say… They say… They say…
Tired
Of
These
Voices
The call to stand
Stronger than life itself
To reach for the sun
True to its nature
Of growing erect
Even while embracing
Other limbs
Well,
A herd of goats
Guarded
Guided
Taken care of
They jumped at the chance
Of rushing
To the road
Through an opening
As I waited patiently her arrival
Time seemed long and heavy
It felt like an unjust trial
To not know how to sit or be
The curtains shaded part of the room
The sun’s rays caressing softly
I could still smell her lingering perfume
Swirling around playfully
The words floated
On a bed left undone
With sheets ruffled
Long ago
In a time
When our love
Was our manna.
If
I can view
the world
through the eyes
of
love
It would be
colored
with
rainbows
Slowly our bodies move away
The touch, the smell, the lingering gaze
Home is when we are altogether
Sisters under one roof
Heart brought out of division
Sweet nothings
At the reach of our hands
Frivolous abidings
We can barely withstand
Yet they are the most remembered
The ones we long for
As their images wither
From our daily lore